JESUS.
And thou shalt call his name Jesus; for he shall save his people from their sins.—Matthew, i. 21.
But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels, for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honour; that he by the grace of God should taste death for every man.—Hebrews, ii. 9.
Whosoever shall confess that Jesus is the Son of God, God dwelleth in him, and he in God.—I. John, iv. 15.
To Thee, O Jesu, I direct my eyes,
To Thee my hands, to Thee my humble knees;
To Thee my heart shall offer sacrifice,
To Thee my thoughts, who my thoughts only sees;
To Thee myself, myself and all I give,
To Thee I die, to Thee I only live.
Sir Walter Raleigh.
Jesus, I love Thy charming name,
’Tis music in my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven should hear.
Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
All my capacious powers can wish,
In Thee doth richly meet:
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet,
Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
I’ll speak the honours of Thy name
With my last labouring breath;
Then, speechless, clasp Thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.
Doddridge.
O God, of good the unfathomed sea!
Who would not give his heart to Thee?
Who would not love Thee with his might?
O Jesu, Lover of mankind!
Who would not his whole soul and mind,
With all his strength, to Thee unite;
Hell’s armies tremble at Thy nod,
And, trembling, own th’ Almighty God,
Sovereign of earth, hell, air, and sky:
But who is this that comes from far,
Whose garments roll’d in blood appear?
’Tis God made man, for man to die.
Wesley.
Weary souls that wander wide,
From the central point of bliss,
Turn to Jesus crucified,
Fly to those dear wounds of His,
Sink into the purple flood—rise into the life of God.
Wesley.
Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
’Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Watts.
Jesus, in Thy transporting name
What blissful glories rise!
Jesus the angels’ sweetest theme!
The wonder of the skies!
Well might the skies with wonder view
A love so strange as thine,
No thought of angels ever knew
Compassion so divine.
Steele.
We know that “He will save us” Lord,
If we on Him depend,
Jesus, the true and living word,
The sinner’s only friend.
May He be ours, in life and death,
Jesus enthroned above,
And may we with our latest breath
Adore redeeming love!
J. Burbidge.